Steve When I was 19 I applied for a degree course in DCU and moved to Dublin with my friend. I managed to find work as a waitress in a cafe/bar in the...city centre. This is where I met Steve. He was tall, about 6"2, broad shoulders with an athletic build, and he had beautiful blue eyes, perfect teeth, and smouldering good looks. He was gorgeous. He had it all, he was courteous, funny(razor sharp wit), confident, and just bursting with life, and he was as gay as Christmas. We hit it off. It’s surrounded by small farms and ranches. The north side of the same quarter section is a peach orchard. To the west and south you have a sheep ranch and cornfields. To the east is a large dairy farm, that fortunately has its cattle pens two and a half miles north. That’s a good thing, because if it were any closer you would be inundated with flies. Thankfully, the part of the ranch that borders the property is just hay and feed grass, so you won’t have any smell to deal with. And before you. " I don't..." I was speechless. "You don't." Gretch stood up from the metal bench and walked past me in a hurry. She looked like she was going to cry as she made haste down the stadium stairs with her book in hand.* Days had passed and Gretch still ignored me. She no longer sat at our designated seat beside me. I had no one to complain about the cafeteria food to, and went straight home from school every day. Life was terrible. The worst part about it was that the sun shined every day but I. "NO!" Warren laughed."We just want to go. Luckily, we and Steve and Sharon nailed down that third spot, so it'll be easier," said Sophia."Yeah, and hopefully our friends Evan and Shawna will be there, too," Warren added."Thank you both, and congratulations." Sandra ended the interview.They watched the rest of the World Championships. Unfortunately, their friends didn't do very well. Jack Garrison fell to fourth place, behind two young Russians in first and third and Canadian veteran Mickey.